To learn whereon depends its force.
Con. But Emmeline!——
Mer. Fear not. This vial shall restore her sight.
Arth. Oh might I hope,—and what's impossible
To Merlin's art?—to be myself the bearer,
That with the light of heaven she may discern
Her lover first!
Mer. 'Tis wond'rous hazardous;
Yet I foresee the event, 'tis fortunate.
I'll bear ye safe, and bring ye back unharmed: